" They’re still there,” Salon said. “Not in Agarttha, but in tunnels. Perhaps beneath us, right here. Milan, too, has a metro. Who decided on it? Who directed the excavations?” “Expert engineers, I’d say.” “Yes, cover your eyes with your hands. And meanwhile, in that firm of yours, you publish such books ... How many Jews are there among your authors?” “We don’t ask our authors to fill out racial forms,” I replied stiffly. “You mustn’t think me an anti-Semite. No, some of my best friends ... I have in mind a certain kind of Jew....” “What kind?” “I know what kind.... "

― Umberto Eco , Foucault's Pendulum